After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 697 Contract
It's just that many monks present are not surprised by the chaos this time. After all, they have become accustomed to the turmoil many times.

It was only when the cultivator saw the huge hole in the sky heal little by little, and the occasional brilliance flowing through the clouds.

Something flashed through my mind, and I stretched out my hand to feel it carefully in the air.

"This... is this? The spiritual power is recovering?!"

Hearing his words, the other monks on the side gradually realized something was wrong.

After feeling it carefully, as expected, the spiritual power that had been exhausted in the air due to the long-lasting battle was recovering at an extremely fast speed.

The knowledgeable monk finally discovered something wrong with the faintly visible dao pattern in the sky.

"That is the pattern of heaven and earth!"

As soon as the pattern of heaven and earth came out, some monks who knew what it was couldn't help gasping slightly.

The hairlines of heaven and earth are the same origin of the rules of heaven and earth.

There are three thousand worlds, there are upper, middle and lower, and the countless small worlds in each universe, and each boundary continent has its own way of heaven and law.

And the law of heaven, the strength of the pattern of heaven and earth, is also related to the strength of this universe.

Just like the law of heaven in a low-level continent, it is not as powerful and complete as a middle or high-level continent.

The incomplete law of heaven has a strong influence on the monks and creatures in the realm.

Otherwise, many monks would not have ascended to a higher realm.

The order of each world is both orderly and disorderly, and under a set of general rules, it maintains a running track.

But if the low-level world has the opportunity to become stronger, it is also possible to grow into a middle-level world, or a high-level world.

However, if something happens to the high world and the middle world, or if they run improperly, such as war, etc., it is also possible to fall into the middle world or the low world.

Therefore, the laws of heaven and the law of heaven and earth in a world are becoming more and more important.

At this moment, Pankong Breakthrough was destroyed, but the power of rules connected to this piece of sky was slowly rearranging.

Emperor Jiuchong had tears in his eyes.

This time, the disk exchange meeting is finally over!
And this exchange meeting was a catastrophe for them!

In the end, it was because of Yanrong and that giant hand that both the Pankong Realm and the Meteor Flame Realm suffered huge losses.

If the huge hole torn out by the giant hand in the sky is not filled, it will definitely be an unprecedented and unprecedented hidden danger to this universe.

Not to mention those fairy world immortals who want to take action if they have bad intentions, some space meteorites, space storms, or some strange creatures wandering in space, will be a disaster for the surrounding continents.

If it is not done well, because of this big hole, the surrounding world continents will fall one after another, or a new fragmented world will be generated.

No matter which one it is, it is doomed that another group of creatures will disappear.

But fortunately, it is now filled.

All the cultivators could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The more and more spiritual power in the air made some low-level monks couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The sunlight shining down from the sky spread over the messy land.

Surrounded by traces left after the war.

Even though the smell was not very good, many monks who survived couldn't help taking another sip.

Some monks who were in a hurry to find people finally couldn't help crying when they saw their relatives and friends who were still alive.

"elder sister!"

"Father! Mother!"

These monks are nothing more than very lucky.

However, the light in the eyes of some monks is full of vitality, and the eyes of some monks are destined to become numb and empty because of this war.

Dying, with only one eye left, or broken limbs, damaged tendons, and crippled dantian...you can see it everywhere.

But what I saw more was the lifeless body lying on the ground.

Some people couldn't help but fell to their knees and cried loudly.

A shrill, heart-piercing cry, or a low-pitched whine from grief and despair to the point where the throat is so dry that no sound can be produced...

There are also those whose bodies have turned into fly ash, and there is no trace of them.

They don't even remember the names of some of the bloodthirsty tribes, bloody monsters, or the monks who died in the final battle on the battlefield...

Even though they saw too much life and death, the tragedy in front of them still made some monks look away.

This is war.

There is no such thing as tragic, perhaps there is only a more tragic existence...

The monks from outside finally rushed into the space after the surrounding energy storm calmed down.

When they saw the scene in front of them, some monks who were thinking about picking up money to make a fortune couldn't help being silent.

Huo Shen walked to the edge of the huge pit step by step, and the trapped cloud he was holding was getting tighter and tighter.

"Senior, junior Shen Qingyi."

"Juniors want to pursue their own way."

"This Taishang swordsmanship is all about speed and strength. You need to practice more!"

"Yes!"

"Elm head! You have been praised by so many monks for your swordsmanship! Hurry up! Hurry up and practice!"

"Yes!"

"Is it really so difficult to recognize me as your master?"

……

"Senior Huo, I'm here to say goodbye to you..."

"If this time, Qingyi is lucky enough to be alive, please ask the senior to accept the junior as a disciple!"

"This is my tribute to you..."

"If there are no bright birds in the world, they are all chickens waiting to be slaughtered in a cage!"

Huo Shen's hand couldn't help but clenched a little bit tighter, the joints turned white and made a cracking sound.

If there are no bright birds in the world, are they all chickens waiting to be slaughtered in cages?

The cage is open, but where is the bird?

"Shen Qingyi..."

She Zijiang's eyes were scarlet, looking at the deep pit.

More and more people gathered around.

"That little girl..."

Kunou sighed a little.

That little girl is really amazing, talented, and really...very brave.

It's a pity that God is jealous of Yingcai...

"Crack!"

Just when all the cultivators were feeling emotional, there was a crisp clicking sound in the silent deep pit.

Suddenly, Jiuzhong was shocked.

He is the spiritual root of Tianmu, and he is also at the high stage of crossing the catastrophe, so he is naturally the first to feel the strangeness of the underground than other monks.

That tiny, almost negligible trace of life...

With the force of the wood spirit in his hand, layers of soil beneath the ground were blown up.

"Emperor Nine Layers?"

A monk on the side asked puzzledly.

Is there something in this huge pit?
Huo Shen also seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were fixed on the place where Jiuzhong was digging.

Jiuzhong's wood spiritual power turned into countless silk vines, and quickly and carefully dug up the piece of land on the ground.

When the pit got deeper and countless bones were exposed, some monks couldn't help but wonder if there was any treasure buried there.

Jiuzhong controlled his spiritual power, and the eyes of several people around him were staring at him, making him even a tribulation-crossing emperor be cautious.

(End of this chapter)